B7 E
B7 E
She was hitching a ride and I thought she'd be grateful if I lent her a hand.
B7 E
So I gave her a ride till I ran out of gas at a Taco Bell stand.
A E
I told her I loved her - I knew it was sudden, but, hell, these things happen so fast.
B7 E
She blew me a kiss, then she picked up a lift with some dude with a full tank of gas.
A E
And that was my last love song that didn't last too long.
B7 E E7
One day it's love, sky, high, the next it's goodbye.
A E
Just let the last chord ring there on that last high string.
B7 E
That was the last love song that I'm gonna try.

She was sipping a gin sling, and humming some dumb thing about love going wrong,
About crimes unforgiven and life not worth living - I was humming along.
She told me a story of lost love and glory and some kind of loser named Fred.
She left me a note on a wet cocktail napkin, and here's what that poor sucker read:

That was my last love song that didn't last too long.
One day it's love, sky, high, the next it's goodbye.
Just let the last chord ring there on that last high string.
That was the last love song that I'm gonna try.

Oh, her name it was Agnes and the whole sixth grade loved her but me most of all,
And the life that I planned for us both involved Paris and such ports of call.
We'd probably write plays and poetry, hang out with royalty - she'd be my wife.
One day after school I explained to her mom all my plans for the rest of our life.

And that was my last love song that didn't last too long.
One day it's love, sky, high, the next it's goodbye.
Just let the last chord ring there on that last high string.
That was the last love song that I'm gonna try.
That was the last love song that I'm gonna try.

(Words and music by Tom Paxton and Bob Gibson, 1985)

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